Desire by Design Series

Welcome to Desire by Design. No clothing beyond this point. When I imagined the vacation of a lifetime, it didn’t include a nude fetish resort. I foolishly assumed my bestie Jess and I would at least be wearing bikinis. This place is a hedonistic paradise, but I’m pretty sure I just walked through the gates of hell. At 23, I’m still a virgin, and an anomaly in a place like this. My innocence makes me vulnerable to all manner of pervs. Mason is my host for the week, my protector. He’s basically a prostitute and the world’s biggest tease.

Party girls don't waste time on romantic notions. We're hunting pleasure, excitement, and finding love is the last thing on our minds. No way am I shagging my host, who is basically a prostitute, when there's a paradise of hungry eyes waiting to explore mutual erotic fantasy. But sometimes, the person you thought was the least desirable turns out to be the right kind of naughty you didn't know you needed. 

He said I was broken, frigid, and after two years of "plugging away" with no payout on my end, he'd had enough. Making love to me had become a chore. Our connection disappeared beneath a weighted blanket of failed attempts and constant disappointment. With nowhere to go, I turned to the one place that promised a happy ending. Broken people gather in the most unexpected places. I'd imagine most come to a place like this to explore all things of a hedonistic nature. I've got one goal: the first of many orgasms.